Griffen * Malachi

The house was dark when they pulled up. In the looming darkness surrounding the giant place you could spot four canines, silently roaming the lands. Quiet, they were trained to attack with silence. Come with me. He said softly to Sarah. In his waist band was a gun, and his hand was very near to it, ready in a split second to shoot. His movements were smooth, and he sent that smirk towards Sarah as he walked around the car and let her out. Still no noise from him. Walking up the steps, he opened the door to.....

SLAM! He was on the ground with a hulking figure on top of him. Malachi, you prick get the hell off me! Came the younger mans snarl. The larger man on top just grinned. Come now, brother, wheres your sense of humor? The voice was accented, russian decent. Then his eyes lifted to see Sarah. Ah, come on, Griffen. You can bring home chicks and I can't? Came the soft complaint. A hard man with an even harsher temper. Malachi got off of Griffen, grabbing hold of the others hand and yanking him up. I'm Malachi. Griffens older, more sophisticated and intelligent friend. A smile. He didn't look that mean, but there was something harsh about the russians gaze, something dark and daring. Just a friend Malachi. Now put your tongue back in your mouth and lets go. Griffen went into the house, Malchi following him. This is our humble abode. Griffen said. Well, mine actually, Mal just stays now and again. He ducked as the russian took a swing at him. Don't call me that, you know I hate that. A grin was sent to Sarah. Go ahead and walk around. Steal anything and the dogs will come after you. Literally. Came Malachis voice. Personal experience with his long itme friend.

Cassidy

The second Malachi jumped on top of Griffen, her dagger was in her hand, balanced with the ease of long practice, eyeing the russian up and down. But it soon became apparent that it was only a joke, so she turned down to slip it into the top of her boot, a pearly flash of teeth showing her amusement. Cassidy. Call me Cassie and you'll meet my friend here up close and personal. She stroked the dagger's hilt as though it were a patient serpent, but her smile told them it was a joke, just like Malachi's.

But she ran her fingers along Malachi's chin, patting him also like he were a little pet, as she came in the door. Good boy. And, with a swing and swish of the hips, she trotted in and flopped down into a chair, staring up at both of them. Well... so what kind of things ya'll do for fun around here?